“There’s no cure for mental illness,” my psychiatrist said. A kind, patient listener with years of experience, he treated me with compassion and prescribed medication. He and my counselor got me through college without another break. It was enough.
Then in 2014, shortly after marrying the man I respected most, bipolar depression ended my career. 10 hours of sleep couldn’t cut the side effects of 150 milligrams nightly in my veins. I was too sick to teach or get pregnant safely. My dreams were dead, my future gone. I cried out to God.
That weekend, we had dinner with Paul and Julie. They understood the well of suffering in our marriage, a well where Jesus met them. They told how Julie’s symptoms improved through food cleansing, lessening her meds. They walked together with grief and hope. Could we do the same? Holy love and community supported each change. Growth circled agony, painful and slow. Digging and deepening root by root, medication management became medication free.
I didn’t find a cure. I found I could heal. There’s no quick fix. We’re worthy of more. Friend, your whole self merits care and connection.
With direction and support, you can learn as I did to feed your body’s soil, weed your heart’s trauma, and water your soul in spiritual rest. I’m here first to listen, and second, for tools that can aid your own process of healing and growth.
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